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It's been there since I started using the bathroom: an unusual set of stains that "adorn" the wall of the bathroom stall. When I use the term "unusual" think textured, think brown, think of a pattern about as wide and long as your outstretched hand. And while you're thinking about all that, imagine also that this decor is also less than a foot away, maybe less than eight inches even.

I know the bathroom gets swabbed from time to time because they block off the entrance with a cart and you have to go elsewhere, in a hurry, to answer the call so to speak. Annoying, especially since the stairs aren't very close. Nevertheless somehow, even if the floors are mopped, the sinks polished, the toilets brushed this stain, or myriad of organic deposits, somehow persists... unwiped.

Frankly I don't want to know its origin I only hope that someday, before it's been there long enough to have a name and refugee status through Amnesty, that it gets expunged from this dimension.

Ffs! How do they keep missing and do I really need to stick a Post-it on the wall with a big fucking arrow saying "CLEAN ME"?!?!?!